Life in retirement is great!

It’s hard to believe that summer is officially over  (despite 90 degree temperatures).  We were pretty focused on Tim’s and Megan’s wedding for the first half of the summer, and the rest seems to have just gone poof.  But actually the second half of summer has been interesting and varied, and below is a kind of late summer photo potpourri.

We’ve stayed pretty close to home, but we’ve begun to explore the Shenandoah Valley, on the other side of the mountains, somewhat more.  One particularly interesting visit, with our friends Anke and Axel, was to the Frontier Culture Museum, a living history museum in the mode of Sturbridge, Shelburne, and others.  But rather than strictly focusing on recreating pioneer life in the 19th century here, it also attempts to showcase the rural culture that immigrants (including those enslaved) both left and brought with them: German, English, Scot-Irish, and West African (Igbo).  It’s very nicely done and we had a gorgeous day to walk and explore the different parts.  Click here for more pictures of the Frontier Culture Museum.


In early September, we celebrated Nic’s thirty-first birthday with his wife Alison, and local friends Virginia Page,  Axel and Anke.  Earlier, we hiked to the St. Mary’s Falls (see previous post), where Nic scared the bejeebies out of me by leaping off the cliff into the deep but narrow pool below.  A few less birthdays for me, I’m sure…  Alison took the picture below with their cell phone.

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With almost no rain all summer, our vegetable garden has been less productive than last year, but surprisingly good overall, with the exception of cucumbers and squash, which were done in by insects that seemed to thrive and multiply in the dry weather.  In addition we bought lots of fruit from local orchards, and Monika made all sorts of wonderful jams, sauces, and deserts for canning or freezing.  Currently we’re getting lots of string beans and peppers, some tomatoes, lettuce, chard, herbs (there’s been tons of basil for making pesto), with fall vegetables–collards, spinach, kale, and kohlrabi coming along.  And we still have lots of garlic and potatoes that we harvested in mid-summer.

One summer project has been to complete a little trail system in the woods that surround three sides of our property.  That and enjoying nature and the beauty of our immediate surroundings.  For a late summer photo potpourri of these things, click here.

This past Friday I joined a local hiking club for a hike in the (10,000+ acre) Saint Mary’s Wilderness, which I’d never visited before.  My hiking companions were a congenial lot, but there were around thirty of them, which did make the wilderness seem rather populated.  Still, it was a beautiful hike through terrain quite different than I’d been familiar with elsewhere along the Blue Ridge.  For more pictures, click here.

Our route started at milepost 23 on the Blue Ridge Parkway, and followed the Mine Bank Trail through down to the St. Mary’s Trail, where we turned right to visit the main St. Mary’s falls; we then backtracked and hiked out along the St. Mary’s Trail to the forest service road parking lot at FSR 41.  The rock formations and deep pools along the St. Mary’s River, along with the mountain laurel and rhododendron forests and the prolific variety of mushrooms along the Mine Bank Trail, were spectacular.

In a joyous celebration in Roanoke, Tim and Megan were wed on July 31st.  The long hot and dry summer spell ended the night before, and unfortunately the marriage ceremony had to be moved inside due to a light rain.  But it was still a lovely and lively event.  As at Nic and Alison’s wedding two years earlier, John, Justin, Cally and Sylvia did a wonderful job of supplying the music before and during the marriage ceremony.

Family and friends converged on our home over a two week period before and after the wedding, and it was wonderful to spend time, explore,  and celebrate together.

click here for pictures from these two wedding weeks

Everyone who had been at Nic and Alison’s wedding and had heard Tim’s toast to the newly-married couple agreed that Nic had a hard act to follow as best man at Tim and Megan’s wedding.  But he fully met the challenge with a witty, funny, and moving  speech.

click here a video of  Nic’s toast to the bride and groom
(unfortunately grainy because of poor lighting)

[Note: Tim’s wedding toast to Nic and Alison in 2008 may be accessed here.]

Well, it was more like “homestead-sitting,” but recently we kept an eye on the chickens, goats and sheep of friends for three days while they were away.  Our duties were pretty minimal, but it was a first time for us in dealing with an electric fence and reaching under hens to remove the eggs.  Our life here continues to teach us new things! [BTW, we get our eggs from these friends, and those eggs are the best!  Totally different from store-bought.]

This was our first season growing potatoes, and I’d decided–to Monika’s skepticism–to try growing “straw potatoes,” which replaces dirt hilling of potato plants with a layer of straw.  However, following Barbara Damrosch’s advice in The Garden Primer, I planted the potatoes just barely beneath the soil surface, instead of on top, as is often done in straw potato culture.

In any case, my potatoes gave me a scare through the spring and early summer, as the plants grew healthily but no potatoes seemed evident below the straw I piled on.  But Monika was convinced that there had to be potatoes there, and so today she and I went down to the potato patch, pitchfork  and broadfork in hand, and found that there were indeed lots of potatoes, but they’d chosen to grow underground rather than above in the straw.  (This probably means that I planted the potatoes a little too deeply, but all’s well that ends well and I’ve concurred with Monika that we should revert to more traditional hilling practice next year.)

Our harvest for four of our almost 80 plants was about ten pounds of potatoes, which suggests an eventual harvest of well over 200 pounds.  Most importantly, at dinner tonight the Satina early-season potatoes we harvested left our store-bought potatoes in the dust (and headed for the compost pile, such was the difference).  In addition to the remaining Satina, three other varieties of German origin are due to follow: Romanz, Carola, and German Butterball, all from the Maine Potato Lady.

Note: The dinner picture above also includes pesto made from garden Thai and lemon basil and garlic; a sauté of garden onion, garlic, swiss chard, squash, and tomatoes; and three varieties of garden tomatoes.  Hard to eat much more local than that!

We’ve been in a heat spell for a while now, with temperatures well into the 90s and rainfall irregular and reduced.  This has speeded up some things and stressed others.  I was concerned that my two beds of garlic were showing signs of drying up, but then (fortunately) received an email newsletter from Southern Exposure Seed Exchange noting that their garlic had matured early this year.  So I went ahead and harvested the four types of garlic I’d planted: Brown Tempest and Music (both hardneck garlics) and Inchelium Red and S&H Silverskin (both softneck garlics), as well as white onions.   I let them dry off in the sun for a day or two, and then moved them on screens into the garage to cure.

Today, Nic and Alison and two friends joined Monika and me in a garlic tasting exercise.  The unanimous sentiment was that while mild differences could be detected, it was hard to describe them and all were excellent.  (However, from the point of view of easy peeling, I much prefer the hardneck garlics.)  The 100 garlic bulbs harvested should get us through the next year, we hope!

Tomato season has happily begun, with Paul Robesons, Brandywines, and determinate yellow and orange tomatoes being the first to mature.  But the Eden-like quality of last year’s garden has not been replicated this year.  We’re having significant pest problems, especially with cucumber beetles and squash bugs, which have pretty much done in my first plantings of zucchini and other summer squash.  Tomatoes have been taking a hit from crows, various insects, and the (amazingly large and voracious) tomato hornworm caterpillar, and my pole beans by Mexican bean beetles.  One must learn to share, I guess….  BTW, for anyone pondering the complicated relationship between gardening and nature, I highly recommend Michael Pollan’s Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education.  It’s funny, informative, and deeply smart.

Nic and Alison spent the father’s day weekend with us, and on Saturday we all went to Lynchburg, about 45 minutes to the south.  While Monika checked out Antique Row, Nic, Alison and I took the tour at an old federal-style mansion above the James River named Point of Honor.  We managed to get lost on our way out of Lynchburg, ending up on the Blue Ridge Parkway at the amazing water gap where the James River cuts through the Blue Ridge.  It was worth the detour!  On Sunday the three of us returned to the Parkway father north and took the short hike to Humpback Rocks, with marvelous views and a beautiful day.


Monika and I recently attended our grand-daughter Cally’s high school graduation ceremony and helped out with a graduation party for close to 100 friends and family.  Cally will head off to Swarthmore in the fall and of course we’re all immensely proud of her.

For pictures of her graduation and the partying that followed two days later, click here.

Planting for our spring garden began last fall, when we planted garlic and onions in October.  After an unusually snowy winter, we planted in March peas, turnips,  a variety of greens, including lettuce, an Asian “stir-fry” mix, and collards, and have been munching on these since April.  (We also planted potatoes, which have recently been in bloom.) The pea season pretty much ended this week, but we’ve both enjoyed fresh and frozen away abundant garden, snow, and snap peas.  Today I pulled out most of the peas and replaced them with a second planting of pole beans (the first planting is already almost up to the top of the trellis).  And as if to symbolize the transition to summer vegetables, a half-dozen or so of golden and green zucchini will be ready to pick tomorrow!


Who will be the first to identify the curving stalk in this picture?
(Hint: it’s a current rage among foodies)

Our new home has provided us with a ringside seat for spring mating rituals and performances.  In the past week alone, we’ve watched two rat snakes go through a Kama-Sutra-like set of convoluted mating positions high in the oak tree in front of our house; the two resident green frogs in our pond engage in a ménage à trois with a visiting female that lasted most of the day; two five-lined skinks demonstrating what we assume to be courtship behavior; and, more conventionally, chickadees and bluebirds taking care of their broods in birdhouses we’d put up in our back yard.  Click here for a fuller set of pictures.

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